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A tornado must have ran through my room,
barely missing my bed, sleeping by sudden doom,
nothing major like a player on the bench,
i can't stand fake people or their stench,

no i don't like you i just thought you cute,
plus i only wanted to hang out to boot,
can't be with a girl who doesn't look far ahead,
and thinks that all i care abut is getting head,

sure i remember how you feel, how could i forget?
we'll go down the same road straight to regret,
all my choices are made after thoughts of the effects,
but all your choices are made by the amount on the checks,

not a gold digger, cause you dig only in the Dale,
not with metal, but with a plastic shovel and pail,
attempting to suck the life out of all your victims,
the moment you write your friend "i actually miss him".